Текст песни Vd City - Bob Dylan

You seeing your bright visions of glory
Where love got your city on high
I have just seen the cold lower dungeons
Were the victims of syph roll and cry
They are called to the city of sorrow
To confess all the wrong things they've done
They are teardrops and weeping runs louder
Then my city blown down by the bombs

There's a street name for every disease here
Syph alley and Clap Avenue
The whores and their pimps and their victims
Crawl passed on the curb to my view
Once young and once healthy and happy
Now a whirlpool of raving insane
Lost here in the wild V.D. city
Where nobody knows you by name

You're Eye is to testered to see here
Worse than leopards your skin runs with sores
Every wi diw sta d full of lost faces
Human wrecks pile the steps and the doors
Must you pay your way to this city
With an hour of passions desire
I pray that ill not see your face here
Where the mils now burn in the fires